After a while, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.
As a ninja, Madara’s hearing had always been sharp.
That pattering sound of water seemed to turn into invisible hands, plucking at his heartstrings.
He could not help imagining Uchiha Nagi’s smooth, pale skin, glowing with a captivating luster amid the curling steam.
Very soon, Uchiha Madara’s ears turned bright red.
He tried hard to drive away these charming images from his mind, only to discover that the more deliberately he tried, the clearer they became.
The time you spent in the bathroom was torment for Madara outside, every minute and every second.
He paced back and forth in the room, trying to calm himself down, yet his heartbeat only grew faster.
Finally, the bathroom door slowly opened, and a wave of heat rushed out.
You, who had always tied your black hair high, now wore it loose.
Crystal droplets still clung to the ends, sliding down your long neck and disappearing into the collar of your white Bathrobe.
You noticed Madara’s abnormality, but chose silence, only avoiding his gaze.
Madara realized his loss of composure and quickly withdrew his eyes.
He picked up another Bathrobe, fled into the bathroom as if escaping, and closed the door.
The sound of running water inside covered the panic in his heart.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, you calmly picked up a book from the table, leaned against the bed, and quietly read by the warm yellow lamplight.
When Madara came out of the bathroom, he saw you reading, your long hair spread like a waterfall, your appearance strikingly beautiful.
His movements instantly became gentle, afraid of disturbing you.
“There are Uchiha hidden agents in the Land of Wind.
When the time comes, you will make contact.” You closed the book in your hand and raised your head, looking directly at Madara.
Madara’s motion of drying his hair paused, his Adam’s apple rolling as he gave a low, hoarse “Mm.”
He pressed the bedside switch.
In an instant, the entire room was swallowed by thick darkness.
Only moonlight outside the window passed through the thin gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor.
Lying on the bed, Madara could hear his own violent heartbeat.
The cotton Bathrobe rubbed against the quilt with a rustling sound.
He turned onto his side, his gaze greedily tracing Nagi’s back.
After who knew how long, Madara broke the silence.
“Are you…
asleep?”
“Not yet,” you answered briefly.
But in the next second, you felt Madara’s scorching body tightly press against your entire back, his unique aura enveloping you.
You subconsciously wanted to move away, but were locked in place by Madara’s powerful arm.
Feeling the heat from his palm and the unquestionable strength in it, you helplessly gave up resisting.
“You know my feelings.” Madara buried his head deep in the hollow of your shoulder, the faint bitter fragrance lingering at his nose making him sink even further.
“The old faction will not agree to us being together, Madara.” You were stating an established fact.
Moonlight fell through the window onto your profile, outlining it like a cold god.
“Would you be afraid of the old faction’s opposition?”
Madara’s words carried some anger.
After speaking, he lightly bit your shoulder.
The force was not heavy, but it carried a full sense of punishment.
“An excuse.” Madara’s tone suddenly turned hoarse.
He lightly bit your Bathrobe, making it slip from your shoulder, then licked over the tooth mark with the tip of his tongue, carrying unquestionable possessiveness.
“Should I wait until I am strong enough to crush every opposing voice?” His fingertips slowly wandered along your waistline.
“Or is it that you simply don’t dare admit your own feelings?”
You silently closed your eyes, feeling the pain in your shoulder and Madara’s scorching breath.
“We’ll talk when you are truly strong.”
After hearing this, Madara’s arms unconsciously tightened, pulling you closer to him.
In the darkness, your heartbeats intertwined, impossible to distinguish from one another.
The Noble Prince got up early.
His thoughts were entirely on the two ninja escorting him, curious whether, after last night, their relationship had made new progress.
When you and Madara walked down the stairs side by side, the prince’s gaze immediately locked tightly onto you.
But he stared at you for far too long, which caused Uchiha Madara extreme dissatisfaction.
The scene before the prince’s eyes abruptly twisted.
The originally warm inn hall instantly turned into a bloody hell.
All around was a rolling sea of blood, and the stinging smell of blood rushed at his face.
Shrill screams echoed beside his ears, making his hair stand on end.
Severed limbs floated in the blood sea, rising and falling with the waves.
The prince’s face instantly turned pale as paper.
Fear was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly gripping his heart.
He wanted to scream, but found his throat seemed blocked and he could not make any sound.
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When the prince could see the scene before him again, he found he was still in the inn hall, while Uchiha Madara was looking at him coldly.
At this moment, bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down the prince’s forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
How would he still dare stare at you?
He only muttered softly with lingering fear, “So petty.
He won’t even let me look.”
After a simple breakfast, the three of you set out on the road to Kazewatari City in the Land of Wind.
The carriage jolted along the rugged road, raising clouds of dust.
On both sides of the road was endless desert.
Golden sand dunes shone with dazzling light beneath the sun.
Occasionally, a few stubborn cacti could be seen, surviving with difficulty in this barren land.
A group of robbers emerged from every direction.
They wore ragged leather armor, held various sharp blades, wore hideous smiles, and let out piercing shouts.
You instantly entered battle mode.
Your figure flashed, and you blocked the prince’s path.
Uchiha Madara’s figure wove through the robbers, bringing the power of the Sharingan to its limit.
Every enemy’s movements became slow and clear in his eyes, and every strike he made was precise and fatal.
Blood splashed.
The robbers fell one after another, and Madara’s face showed not the slightest pity, only coldness and decisiveness.
The Noble Prince hid behind you, witnessing this bloody scene.
Madara’s merciless slaughter made him feel terrified.
He tightly shut his eyes, not daring to look at the cruel sight.
His body trembled uncontrollably, and in his heart he silently prayed to reach the destination quickly.
“Faster, faster!” the prince kept shouting in his heart.
He felt every second was as long as a century.
The carriage moved with difficulty through the robbers’ encirclement, its wheels leaving deep tracks in the sand and gravel.
The robbers began to retreat, realizing that the ninja before them was not prey they could easily deal with.
As the robbers scattered, the carriage continued toward Kazewatari City.
After a journey full of jolts and danger, the majestic outline of Kazewatari City finally appeared in your field of vision.
The city stood in the vast desert.
Its tall walls were built from enormous stones, appearing indestructible.
At the city gate, people came and went in great bustle: hurried merchants, leisurely residents, and patrolling soldiers.
The carriage slowly stopped.
The Noble Prince, as if granted amnesty, impatiently jumped down.
He happily waved at you and Madara, his face brimming with joy after being freed.
“Honored ninja, thank you for your hard work along the way.
Someone will receive me for the rest of the journey, so I won’t trouble you two further.”
After saying this, he hurriedly blended into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Madara looked at the prince’s departing back and gave a faint sneer.
Then he turned to look at you, his gaze carrying a few more shades of gentleness.
“We finally sent that troublesome guy away.
Next, it is time to carry out our plan.”
Entering Kazewatari City, its prosperity and noise rushed toward you.
Looking around and confirming no one was paying attention, you lowered your voice and said to Madara, “Go make contact for intelligence first.
I’ll find you later.”
Without waiting for Madara’s response, your figure flashed, and you quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Madara watched the direction you left, and a trace of loss surged in his heart, as if a cold wind had quietly blown through, leaving him empty.
But with the mission before him, he quickly adjusted his thoughts and walked along the street toward the predetermined location.
Inside a gambling house in Kazewatari City, however, there was a different scene of noise and bustle.
Senju Hashirama, like a curious child, had unexpectedly developed great interest in gambling.
But his luck was simply terrible, and he lost miserably, almost unable to keep even the clothes on his body.
The gamblers treated him like a fat sheep, each eyeing him greedily, preparing to slaughter him for a large sum.
At the same time, Madara’s face was cold and serious, and an awe-inspiring aura radiated from him.
The hidden agents lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the young clan head’s imposing gaze.
Fine sweat covered their foreheads.
“Speak.
How has the matter progressed?” Uchiha Madara’s voice was icy, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.
The hidden agents trembled with fear, not daring to conceal anything from the young clan head, and laid out everything they knew.
On the gambling house’s second floor, you swept your cold gaze over the scene below.
When your gaze fell on Senju Hashirama, surprise could not help rising in your heart.
You had not expected to meet this guy here.
Senju Hashirama was still shouting recklessly, trying to win everything back.
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His brows furrowed tightly, and with only a little thought, he knew Hashirama must have gone to the gambling house again.
With a dark face, Tobirama quickly headed to the gambling house to find Hashirama.
Just as Hashirama was about to be thrown out by the angry gamblers, Tobirama finally arrived.
Hashirama seemed to see his savior and tightly hugged Tobirama’s thigh, pleading, “Tobirama, give me one more chance.
I can definitely win it all back!”
Tobirama felt incomparably ashamed by Hashirama’s thick skin, and angrily punched Hashirama on the head, roaring, “Shut up!”
Hashirama covered his head in grievance and did not dare resist at all.
The instant you saw Tobirama appear, you immediately became vigilant.
This white-haired child of the Senju had extremely sharp sensing ability, especially toward the Uchiha Clan.
You had already experienced it last time when you went to assassinate Senju Jiro.
At the same moment, Tobirama also sensed a familiar chakra aura.
He abruptly raised his head and met a pair of cold eyes.
In an instant, the death warrior who had held back against him appeared in his mind.
Tobirama’s eyes instantly became sharp, and his body leaned slightly forward.
You noticed Tobirama had already discovered you.
Without the slightest hesitation, you took advantage of the gambling house’s chaos, turned, and left.
Senju Tobirama had just wanted to chase after you, but Hashirama clung tightly to his arm.
Hashirama looked at Tobirama in confusion and asked without understanding, “Tobirama, what are you looking for?”
When Tobirama looked toward that spot, it was already empty.
The anger in Senju Tobirama’s heart grew even stronger.
He was practically going to be angered to death by his own big brother.
He said through gritted teeth, “Nothing!”
Hashirama still refused to let it go.
His concerned gaze fixed tightly on Tobirama as he continued asking, “Really nothing?
But your face looks so scary!”
Tobirama could no longer endure the anger in his heart.
He punched Hashirama hard again, then grabbed Hashirama by the collar and dragged him out of the gambling house, heading toward the inn.
Uchiha Madara, whose expression had originally been gloomy, instantly calmed when he saw you, his eyes turning gentle.
“What happened?”
The hidden agents in the private room were stunned speechless by the young clan head’s face-changing speed, and could not help secretly sizing up you, who had suddenly barged in.
You closed the door, held your long blade, and spoke faintly.
“I encountered old enemies.
They seem to be looking for me.”
Thinking of Uchiha Nagi’s identity as a death warrior, Madara knew well that these so-called enemies were definitely not ordinary people.
Uchiha Madara said coldly to those hidden agents, “That will be all for now.”
Receiving Madara’s order, the hidden agents immediately hurried out of the private room.
Madara’s thoughts coincided with yours, and you decided to quickly leave Kazewatari City and return to the Uchiha clan grounds.
Only after Hashirama was brought back to the inn by Tobirama did he learn from Tobirama that the death warrior who had assassinated Elder Jiro had appeared in the gambling house just now.
Senju Hashirama’s previously smiling face instantly became serious.
He knew well that this matter was no small thing and could not be delayed even for a moment.
The two immediately contacted the Senju hidden agents in Kazewatari City, and a large-scale search operation swiftly unfolded throughout Kazewatari City.
After the Senju Clan’s search in Kazewatari City produced no results, they also began to sense that something was wrong.
“Could there be an insider?” Senju Tobirama frowned.
Senju Hashirama scratched his head.
“Maybe that death warrior has already run far away.”
Uchiha Tajima sat upright in the main seat, his dignified face softening slightly the moment he saw the two of you.
“You have returned.
This mission was completed quite excellently.” Uchiha Tajima’s voice was low and powerful, carrying a trace of satisfaction and comfort difficult to detect.
His gaze swept back and forth over Madara and you, finally landing on Madara.
“Madara, your performance was as outstanding as always.”
Madara folded his arms, neither humble nor arrogant, yet carrying an innate confidence and pride.
Tajima nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to you, his eyes carrying a few more shades of inquiry and thought.
You still stood quietly, eyes lowered, indifferent to everything around you.
“Lord Nagi.” Uchiha Tajima suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a trace of hesitation.
Hearing him, you raised your head and looked directly at the clan head.
A faint ripple flashed through your calm eyes.
“After discussion between headquarters and the hawk faction, from now on, you will be loyal to Madara.” Tajima’s words echoed through the council hall, breaking the original calm.
Almost subconsciously, you looked toward Madara beside you, and at this moment, Madara was also looking at you.
For a time, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere fell into silence.
Madara’s eyes carried a trace of expectation and joy, while your gaze was somewhat complex: surprise, doubt, and even more, an indescribable calm.
After a moment, you gave a soft “Mm.” The sound was as light as a feather falling, yet in the silent council hall, it could be heard clearly.